AN: I know that it's been a while since my last update, but at least it hasn't been six days…Anyway, I deleted a lot of the fics that I felt I would never finish. Why is that important? Well, now that I only have five stories I am working on updates will probably come quicker. YAY!

I swear this chapter isn't as short as it looks. It just has more detail than usual. Microsoft Word said it was a little over 1000 words, so I really did try not to make it annoyingly short.

Disclaimer: I honestly don't know why I do these anymore. It is very obvious I have no money, that I am making no money from this, and that I do not own Twilight. So…yeah…

Bella POV

Edward stayed silent for a moment, his lips slightly parted as he tried to conjure an appropriate answer. Unfortunately, I watched as every possible sentence he came up with slipped out of his mind just as he was about to speak, his breath stopping every time he forgot. Finally, he got out, "Yes."

I wondered why he struggled so long and hard to spit out a single word, but I didn't argue. There was no fight to be had over something so stupid. All this time I had spent thinking that the Cullens were my enemies they were really hoping I'd remember them and come back, but I knew even now that I couldn't and most likely never would be able to. They were not my family. I might have known them in the past, but as of now we were complete strangers. Still I replied, "I thought so."

No one said anything, and I could see Edward once again fighting for any words that would make this go over more smoothly, but he found none, shutting his mouth with a click.

"Wha-what?" Renesmee gasped from behind me.

I turned to look at her. Her bright bronze curls were framing a face so like Edward's that I wondered how I had never noticed the resemblance before. Her chocolate brown eyes were wide and doe-like. Her expression was one of shock and disbelief. "Ren, I—" But what could I say to her? What words could I offer that would alleviate her astonishment?

Then, she was gone. We all stood staring at where she had been, but Edward was the only one to make a move in her direction.

"Where are you going?" I hissed, grabbing his arm and rooting myself to the floor.

"After her," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't just leave her alone right now. This needs to be explained."

"Uh, no it doesn't," I corrected him. "She needs to be left alone right now, and that is exactly what you are going to do."

Edward growled quietly in frustration, but he did as I told him and backed away, retreating up the stairs. I suddenly felt extremely nervous with the other Cullen vampires surrounding me, and my red eyes darted from one to another in a question. What were they going to do with me now? And I knew if they could pretty much do anything they wanted. There was no possible way I could fight off six vampires on my own.

I backed up against a wall, trying to sink subtly into a defensive pose. Although I did it as slyly as I possibly could, the Cullen called Carlisle still noticed. "Bella, there is no danger here. I promise you that no one in my family would ever dare to touch you."

I listened to him to see if there was any hint of deceit in his voice. I detected none, but I still did not fully trust this man. After all, vampires are exceptional liars. "How do I know that I can trust you?"

I kept my eyes on Carlisle, watching him warily. For a vampire he seemed uncharacteristically somnolent, his eyes hollow and lidded, his mouth set in a grim line. "You're still here, aren't you, Bella?"

I paused in my pondering, standing perfectly still. It felt as if everyone in a five mile radius was waiting for me to answer, and I reluctantly bit out, "Yes." And I knew it was true too. If the Cullens held any will to destroy Renesmee and me it would have already happened.

"Alright then. You will not be harmed," Carlisle repeated, turning and leaving the room almost as if trying to accent his promise with an action. I stayed in the defensive position against the wall until each and every Cullen had left the room, only straightening in order to find my daughter. I had given her enough time to think through things, and I knew to an extent Edward was right. She couldn't just be left alone in the forest forever. If only I knew what to say to her…

I closed the door of the Cullen house behind me quietly, knowing they could still hear me. This was my chance to escape, something I had been yearning for for days, but now I found that I didn't want to leave. I didn't like the Cullens, but they held a part of my past that was locked from my conscious mind, and I wanted to know it. I hungered for the knowledge, and now that I knew they had it I wanted to stick around and force every single detail out of them.

The pace at which I ran through the forest was not exactly fast—for a vampire at least—but I needed to sort through my thoughts before I stumbled upon Ren. If I found her before I had an ounce of my speech sorted out she would want escape immediately. She wouldn't want to wait around and hear memories about her mother. She wouldn't care about that. Right now she was too freaked about the werewolf and her newly identified father to care about something so mundane.

But to me it wasn't so simple. It was everything that eluded me my whole remembered life, and the life that I could recall was incredibly short. I longed for more about myself. What was I like before the change? Why was I with Edward?

It was in the middle of this deep thought process I found Renesmee, and she didn't seem to be too happy about it.